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my own ideas of normalcy, or lack there of, inspire me to draw truly bizarre images. But how original is it to be simply unconventional? My own unique thoughts have been absent recently. Or rather. it's been getting harder and harder to conceptualize the ideas that run through my head, even in words.

Love does little for my artistic side. Id like to be able to create on my own, without the presence of others.

Communication I hold sacred at times, and many musical, theatrical, mystikal, and carefree karma is affected by this.

The forest and nature inspires alot of my art as well...

Fun times all times no othah wayyyeeayy!

--------------------A plethora of music aspirations control my temptations of future revelations beyond "now". The percussion, and the heart beat of my love and devotion. The rhythm goes beyond, prying into the third eye, releasing the creativity held so far inside. The melodicies, through the out of tune pianos and broken classical guitars...there lies a beauty. A beauty as prevelent as the fire inside. To release these energies is pure ecstacy, to deveop these gifts is sacred. The vocality, so pure as can be, shying away from herself, lies within me. For the underlying serenitity, this is what I live for. I plea for harmony, and nothing more. Music equals love. Creation of love leads to the procreativity of the World, and it's spirals and puddles prevailing.

natural shapes found in nature...conformity inspires me to strive against it...ive also found inspiration many a time after a beautifully rolled joint disapears. mushrooms, inspire, the clouds, being alone, and peace of mind are some things that have inspired me as of late.

everything has to do with inspiration imo, the things you do, the things you see, the things you feel etc etc. because of those things you get certain emotions, either good or bad (or something inbetween ). so in a way everything inspires me, it just depends on the moment what inspires me the most.

As osmeone trying to make a living with artwork, the sources of inspirationare dear to me and sometimes fleeting. Travel always inspires me. Seeingnew place and meeting new people are key to my work. Another one on topof he list is women or more accurately intimate relations. Im not talking onenoght stands, but bonding with someone. That always gets the juices flowing...in more ways than one as it would be. Nature is key and goes with travel,I love backpacking. Another great fuel for my artistic fire is pain, usually emotional.When I go through a rough breakup, the death of someone close like my father, or I feelthat life is wearing away at me, then I thrust forward in creative leaps and bounds.Last, but not least, is money. I hate to say it, but getting paid for art is great.Knowing that you made money without going to some shitty job makes me feel great.

pain and suffering influence a lot of my music, as do happiness and love. trying to find words for those moments that you can't explain is a real dilema for me, or trying to recreate those feelings through an instrumental. i wish i was decent at visual arts, that's something i've always wanted to be good at more than anything. the closest i get is photography. my biggest inspiration or creative ideas come while deep in solitude, often surrounded by nature. i've traded the companionship of friends and family for the advantage of moving to where i can be near nature and go to a school where i can study it. been fighting with myself a lot lately as to whether or not that was the right decision for my life, and a notebook worth of writing has transpired from that. inspiration comes in strange places and usually also unexpected places..i guess i will just keep moving forward and see where this strange journey takes me

im not much of an artist, but mainly when i draw its like automatic, i dont think or plan at all, lines slowly take surreal shapes.

my friend is a great artist though. hes amazing. we do drugs together and no matter what hes on hell start drawing. Its great because you know how after a trip you cant really recall many of the specifics? well after he trips he always has one good piece of art to commemorate the experience and the drug hes on shows in the form of the art. even his all night cocaine drawings are pretty sweet, very jagged and crazy.

fun guy. to bad he tried to come onto me and is now to embarrased to hang out with me anymore.